#chastity reader

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Desert Bandit - DubCon

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rules his tribe with an iron fist. Heartless, he's called. His soul as unmoving and unkind as the desert itself.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who prays to no God but the desert and her bleached bones.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who dreams every night of a woman, a lover as dear to him as water in the hamada.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who finds your caravan by pure luck. People seldom travel this route - the springs are fickle and even one dried well is a death sentence.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches from a distance, dipping behind the dunes if anyone looks his way for too long.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who hears the desert wind whispering in its sibilant way and knows this caravan is special somehow. Who calls his band together to raid you, even though they've already hit three camel trains in the last week.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who waits for nightfall before he brings steel and fire and choas down on you. Who revels in the blood he spills, each drop an offering to the desert.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who sees a figure running from him, their cloak streaming behind them. Yandere! Desert Bandit whose blood is up, who wants nothing more than a good hunt.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rides you down, his scimitar close enough to cut your cheek before you dive away from him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leaps from his horse without even stopping her. Who looks to you less a man and more a jinn. How else could he be so quick and so cruel?

Yandere! Desert Bandit who catches your wrist as you swing your dagger at him, laughing like you're nothing but a hare in his trap.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who sees your face and feels his blood turn to ice.

It's you. The woman from his dreams.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who realises suddenly that they were no mere dreams. No, they were a premonition, a promise. A gift from the desert herself.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who won't let his promised bride slip away, no matter how you twist and turn in his grasp. Who grips your wrist so tightly you have no choice but to drop your dagger.

Yandere! Desert Bandit with eyes rimmed in kohl, glinting gold with the reflected firelight. Glinting gold with lust.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who brings his sword to your throat and threatens to spill your heart's blood all over the thirsty sand if you don't come with him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who forces you onto his horse and is quick to climb up behind you. One arm wrapped around your waist so he can savour the curve of your body. A woman in his arms, his woman.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who calls to his men to meet him at sunrise so that he can steal a few hours with you.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who feels your hips rubbing against him in the saddle, no matter how fast or slow he rides. Who has to grit his teeth against his desire.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who smells of smoke and musk and blood.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rides almost half the night to bring you to an oasis.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leads you to pool of water and commands you to drink. Who watches the water drip down your neck and catch on your collarbones.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who has never been more desperate to lap up spilt water, even with a reservoir to infront of him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who sits down in front of you and unwraps his litham. His hair is dark and smooth as oil. It falls past his shoulders and he gruffly tells you to brush and braid it.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who wants to moan when he feels your nails running along his scalp and neck.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who slowly turns to face you when you're done. He's on his knees like a supplicant and he doesn't even know it.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rests his hands on your thighs. You fear the heat of him - his hands, his eyes - will surely burn you alive.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who offers you a choice. You can stay here in the oasis and he'll leave you as you are - virginal, untouched.

Or he can make you his bride. On this night, in this place.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches your breath hitch, who sees the doubt creep across your face.

Why?  You ask. Why not just take what you want?

Yandere! Desert Bandit who plays with your hair while he speaks. Who does it so absent mindedly that it's almost proprietary. Like he owns you already.

I can steal gold and jewels. I can steal the breath from a man's lungs and the life from his body. But this, this one thing, must be given willingly.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches your heart war within you. The desert has you trapped more tightly than chains or bars. Even in an oasis, you can't survive on your own. You need him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who holds perfectly still as you lean forward and kiss him. It's chaste almost, a shy press of your lips against his. And he's thinking that there'll be nothing chaste between you before the night is done.

You don't know it but a kiss given willingly is all he needs to appease the desert.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who lays his palm across the nape of your neck and pulls you back to him. Who bites at your lips until you give in and open your mouth. Who holds you in place when you try and pull away from his tongue and its ruthless advances.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who guides your hand to his cock and groans at just the touch of your fingers through his clothes. Who throws his head back and grits his teeth when you hesitantly stroke him, your hands so much smaller and softer than his own.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches you through the tangle of hair that's blown across his face. His little blushing bride. His desert prize.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who knows only roughness and cruelty. Whose first instinct is to throw you down and rip the clothes from your body. Who has to dig his hands into the sand to stop himself from doing just that.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who lays you down on the soft sand, the firelight casting his face in flickering shadow. There is more than lust there, though you can't see it.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who runs his hands slowly down your waist, grabbing the fat of your hips before moving lower. Your thighs are squished closed and he works his fingers into your flesh until he practically pries them apart.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leans down and spits on your cunt and uses his fingers to work it in.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who clicks his teeth in irritation when you look away from him. Who grabs your jaw and guides you back.

Yandere! Desert Bandit whose fingers keep digging into your cheeks as he gets ready to enter you. He sees the doubt, the fear, the guilty lust in your eyes and he wants to drink it all in.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who tries so damn hard to be gentle and slow. But once he has the tip in he can't even try to hold himself back.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who slams himself the rest of the way in. Who snarls through his gritted teeth like an animal and digs his hands into the flesh of your hips.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who doesn't even register the way you scream or try and twist away from him. He has you now and he's going to fuck you hard and fast until he's satisfied.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who pounds into you with all those years of longing and lust and nights when he would have fucked just about anything because he dreamt of you.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who uses your hips to pull you onto his cock with every thrust. His escaped hair hanging around his face and his canines gleaming.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who hooks one arm around your lower back and literally lifts you off the ground so he can go deeper.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leans forward and bites into your tits. Hard enough to leave bruises that turn purplish blue by the morning.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who deep down in his conscious mind knows he's hurting you like crazy. But it's all animal instinct in control and he doesn't stop even though you're begging him to please stop, please, it hurts.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who slams into you as deep as he can when he comes. Who forces a rough, biting kiss onto you even though you try and turn away.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who digs his hands into the sand next to your head and just spends a minute trying to get his breath back.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who finally pulls out of you. Who slowly becomes human again.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who realises his bride is a crying, bleeding mess under him. Who makes you wrap your legs around his waist so he can slowly pick you up.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who walks into the water and holds you close as the blood and tears wash away.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who coos at you until you lift your head from his neck and look at him. He looks apologetic almost, but his gold eyes are still filled with want, with devouring lust. You are the bandit's bride and there's no escaping it.

He truly was the worst of thieves.

[gilverrwrites]

Tease

Wally West/Reader, 800 words Ft. Dick Grayson (BirdFlash/Reader pre-established) Kinktobter entry 16: Lingerie Warnings: None really? But just incase: | implied dom!Dick | cross-dressing Requested by: Anonymous/Authors choice AN: OMG I cannot believe this is the last post of Kinktober? Wat? How? I hope you've had a blast, cause I sure enjoyed it!

It was supposed to be a surprise for Dick; for Wally and yourself to welcome him home in nothing but your matching Nightwing-blue lingerie, but all day, the sight of Wally’s lacy blue thong peaking out from his jeans had been driving you crazy, and he knew it.

It had started innocent enough. You’d watched over your morning brew as Wally stretched up, sleepily reaching for a box of Pop-Tarts on the top shelf, incidentally, exposing the frilly hem, and cussing as the wispy fabric rode between the cleft of his asscheeks.

“You put them on already?” You’d asked, disappointed when he turned his whole body to face you, depriving you an early morning peepshow.

“You haven’t?” He replied, confusion evident as he bit down on his untoasted breakfast.

“No.” Still half-entranced, your head tilted to the side, hoping to catch another glimpse as you mumble dozily. “Was gonna change closer to the time.”

A toothy grin stretched across his face as he followed your line of sight to his lower body, and that’s where the teasing had begun.

“What do you think anyway?” He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his loose-fitting bottoms, pulling them down an inch and offering you a clear view of how the elastic waistband clings to his lean hip bone. When you’d failed to respond, he’s turned back around, exposing the top half of his freckly rear, laughing as he shakes it back and forth in flippant, inelegant motions. He’s so unserious, but somehow that does it for you. “They’re not too tight, right?”

“Nope, looks good.” You offered, attempting to hide your lust-idled expression behind your mug. “Dick’s gonna love it.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re too sweet.” Before the words even processed in your mind, he was leaning down in front of your seated form and planting a kiss on your lips. A slow, tender, sugary kiss that made your hair stand on edge, but as soon as you’d reached out to touch him, he was gone. Leaving you flustered and taking your half-empty mug to add insult to injury.

The toying had only gotten worse from there, Wally thoroughly enjoying being the centre of your attention all day. All but flashing you any chance he got, keeping close, but never close enough for you to get your hands on him and sink your teeth in. If it weren’t so infuriating, you’d praise his self-restraint.

Your breaking point comes in the evening, the final hour before Dick is due home.

You’re changing into your own lingerie when a cold breeze brushes your near-naked skin, and you have to do a double take when you spot Wally lounging on the bed, completely, finally, stripped down to nothing but his deep blue underwear. It’ll be a miracle if you don’t leak through your own panties before Dick peels them back off you. You’re immediately infatuated by his half-hard cock and the way it strains against the delicate fabric, and it’s high time you had a little fun with him.

“What do you think?” You mimic his early question, rolling and gyrating your hips, dragging your fingers up and down your skin in the hopes that you look a little more serious, but equally as sexy as Wally had this morning. If the way his cock begins to tent his thong is any indication, you’re succeeding.

“You look hot as anything, baby.” He replies earnestly, sitting up straight to get a better look. His cheeks tint pink, watching you in a trance as you strut closer, lifting your leg over him until you’re comfortably straddling him, grinding your arousal against his.

Making him melt; body shuddering under your touch, sheepish giggle escaping his lips when you press the tip of your nose to his, is intensely enjoyable. You cup your hands around the back of his head and his dreamy green eyes flutter closed in response as he tips closer to you. Only to dart open once more when you intentionally turn your head, dodging his kiss.

“I’m gonna tell Dick what a naughty fucking tease you’ve been today.” You goad, and the hurt on his face instantly perks up into something more challenging.

“Oh, yeah?” The grip on your thigh tightens as he pulls you deeper into him, rutting his heated sex against yours until you can’t help whimpering at the way it makes your body reel in bliss until he taunts. “Well, I’m gonna tell Dick how insatiably horny you’ve been.”

“Dick has heard enough.” A familiar voice chides. Wally and you had been so wrapped up in provoking each other that you hadn’t heard his arrival. You turn just in time to see the way his eyes roam appreciatively over the matching underwear, and the risqué embrace you’re currently tangled in. “Can’t I leave the two of you alone for one weekend?”

Psst. Down here! Hi friend, thanks for reading. I hope you have a great rest of your year.

[pinkkittysaw]

CAGED IN

chastity - leon s. kennedy

pairing: leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

word count: 856

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked!) “dom” reader, chastity/cock cage, “blowjob”, “handjob”, ball worship, slight degradation, dirty talk, spit, begging, petnames (baby), referring to leon as a “pet”, mentions of ada wong, use of the words “god” and “christ”

a/n: i’m proud to say that this is posted in collaboration with @ficsforgaza for their kinktober event! be sure to check out the other wonderful creators involved here! (heed the content warnings) also be sure to check out my “sponsor a whip” post, here!

dividers & graphics by @/ficsforgaza

"Naughty naughty naughty," you tsk toward the squirming blonde in your bed.

After hearing about yet another unplanned rendezvous with a certain Ada wong during his impromptu rescue mission to save the president's daughter, you finally decided to take matters into your own hands.

You and Leon had talked at length about chastity cages before, having him test and try out different ones, but they hadn’t yet been fully implemented until today.

Truthfully, it wasn’t his fault that wherever he went, Ada would follow, but the cage would serve as a reminder, to both her and Leon, of who was boss.

How were you supposed to know that the poor thing would get so turned on after affixing the device to him?

So here he was, cargo pants pulled down to his thighs, painfully aroused, despite his inability to get fully hard.

“Poor baby," you tease, a mix of diluted cruelty and faux sympathy in your voice. “You wanna cum?”

Leon nods quickly. His pale bangs fall in his face.

"Yes, baby, please.”

You smirk a little, kneeling on the bed before situating yourself over him. Bending over, you begin kissing his neck while walking your fingers down his body to where the plastic cage sits. You brush over the sensitive flesh of his cock before moving to cup his heavy balls.

“You wanna cum so fucking bad, don’t you? You naughty thing,” you whisper to him, words filled with snark and amusement as you knead his sac.

“Fucking christ-“ he groans as he attempts to buck his hips into your hand.

“I don’t think so,” you murmur, reaching under your bed to pull out the special box of toys you stashed for nights like this.

Tipping off the lid, you pull out a dildo that’s similar to Leon’s cock,  both in skin tone and in glorious length, before setting it down near his thigh.

“If you want to cum,“ you tug his black t-shirt over his pectorals, squeezing the muscle freely, “you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Leaning back toward him again, you kiss down his body, making your way to where he demands your attention most. You start to lap at the ash brown strands of hair that make up his happy trail as he begins to fidget even more.

You place the dildo in front of his actual cock, which is now straining against the confines of his cage, and use a little suction so that it sticks to his skin. You tease the tip of the fake cock with your tongue while giving it a couple strokes in your fist.

“Oh baby, that’s not fair." He bites his lip as he watches you, unable to look away.

“What’s not fair?” You kiss the tip before sucking the silicone into your mouth, taking it as far as it’ll go before coming back for air, dropping a pool of saliva onto the now slick material.

“Your punishment? Or the fact that you needed to be locked up in the first place?”

You sink down onto the dildo again, bobbing up and down slowly, putting in your best work while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

His hips rock slightly, not with enough force to make you pull away, but not hard enough to get any sort of pleasure. He squirms, white knuckling the sheets that lay beneath him as he endures your sweet torture.

Your hand reaches down to fondle his balls once more, causing another groan to choke its way out of his throat.

“God-“

You moan around the plastic dick, the dampened vibrations blooming in Leon’s navel. Unrestrained, his hand reaches toward your head, preemptively trying to guide your wanting mouth further and further on the dildo.  You swat him away, pulling off the cock with a small wet pop.

“You better start fucking begging.”

You kiss down the shaft of the dildo and over his cage before you reach his testicles, going back and forth between kissing each one while your fist moves back to stroking.

“Baby-“

“I said fucking beg, Leon!” You demand.

"Please, baby, fuck, please let me cum.”

“I’m not so sure you deserve it,” you suckle one of his balls into your mouth, moaning around it.

His back arches wildly now, his plump ass a good few inches into the air. Your fingers are met with his own as he jerks the dildo messily, tightening your grip on the material as pleas and whimpers fall from his lips in quick succession.

You ponder his words for a moment, suckling on the skin as he bargains for your compliance. You can see he’s at the end of his rope, his teeth digging into the skin of his lower lip as he holds back the orgasm he so desperately craves.

“Cum for me, pet,” and with one final suck that hollows out your cheeks, he’s twitching in your mouth, the reflexes in his hips jerking slightly. His seed oozes in between the slits on the cage, effectively soiling himself.

Your smirk down at him as his high begins to wane.

“Think you’ve finally learned your lesson, Leon?”

[gothghostiie]

Oh to hump Ale's bulge during no nut November

oh EVIL

this whole no nut November think was just a joke for ale but his competitive and stubborn nature makes him want to go through with it, no matter what. he didn't take into account what a fucking tease you'd be, rubbing up against his bulge while sitting on his lap, making him hard. he's muttering warnings and gripping your hips but why would you care? you're not the one who isn't allowed to cum :3

[waitingandwishing]

WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOU?! WHEN YOUR BODIES GONE? 😫❤️

i dunno abt you but nerdy prudes must die has consumed my life once again and im thinking about adding a line into one of the things im writing

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 20

Warnings: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Chastity, Dollification

Prompt: Chastity + Dollification

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Price

The rest of Kinktober

Notes: This actually has two versions, I couldn't pick!

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of dim lighting, shadows dancing across the room as you stood before the mirror. Every detail of your reflection was meticulously crafted under John’s watchful eye. His hands moved with precision, adjusting the delicate restraints around your wrists and ankles, the satin ribbons tight enough to remind you of their presence, yet gentle enough to avoid discomfort. You watched yourself in the mirror, perfectly dressed, each element selected by him. You were his creation—his doll to admire.

“You’re beautiful like this, love,” John’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the stillness, his words deliberate and soothing. His eyes locked onto yours in the reflection as he stood behind you, his presence both commanding and protective. "So still, so perfect."

Your lips parted, but no words escaped. The weight of the chastity device locked in place around your hips was a constant reminder of his control—his presence. The agreement between the two of you was unspoken, built on trust and complete surrender. Every inch of you belonged to him tonight, molded to his desires, but not yet touched, not fully explored.

John’s fingers slid up your arm, a slow and deliberate caress that sent ripples of anticipation down your spine. His touch was light, just enough to make your skin tingle, but never enough to satisfy. He took his time, tracing every curve, grazing over your form like an artist perfecting his masterpiece. “Such a good doll,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear, sending warmth cascading through you. “Made to follow orders, aren’t you?”

The only response you were permitted was a slight nod. Your breathing was shallow, the need inside you growing with every teasing pass of his hands. He was careful, never venturing to the places you so desperately wanted his touch. The chastity device pressed against you, a constant reminder that your release was not yours to take—it was his to grant.

He took a step back, his eyes dark with desire, admiring the work he’d put into you. His gaze swept over your restrained form, taking in every detail—the way your skin glistened under the soft light, the way the restraints accentuated the stillness he commanded. “Not a word, love,” he ordered, his voice firm, resonating with authority. “Dolls don’t speak.”

You stood, perfectly posed, your heart racing in your chest. Every nerve in your body was alive, vibrating under the weight of his gaze. John circled you slowly, like a predator taking in his prey, his eyes lingering on every inch of skin he had claimed for himself. The silence between you was heavy, but you dared not break it. No begging, no pleading—just waiting, silently, for his permission.

When he leaned in again, it wasn’t to release you from the tension but to draw it out further. His lips pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, a fleeting warmth that only heightened the chill of the anticipation clinging to your skin. “Soon,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, the promise hanging between you like a tempting, unspoken reward. “But for now, you’re mine to enjoy, aren’t you?”

Another nod, small and obedient, as your body trembled under his scrutiny. Every second he made you wait, every touch that didn’t go quite far enough, built the tension higher. The chastity device locked around you seemed to grow heavier, a constant reminder of the denial he controlled. And yet, in the silence, in your perfect stillness, you could feel his approval—the way his eyes lingered, the pride in how well you obeyed.

“You’re everything I want right now,” John whispered, his fingers brushing along your collarbone, just shy of what you needed. He trailed his hand lower, ghosting over the fabric that concealed your skin, the promise of pleasure always just out of reach. “Such a beautiful doll. Always ready, always perfect.”

Your body yearned for more, but you stayed still. He had yet to give the command, and you knew better than to rush him. The weight of his control made every touch more potent, every whisper more electric. You didn’t need words. You were exactly what he wanted—a beautiful, perfect doll, waiting, always waiting, for him.

“Not much longer,” he promised, his voice a soothing balm over the raw ache of your need. His hands stilled on your waist, his thumb brushing over the satin ribbon, an almost unconscious act of affection. “You’ve done so well, love. So patient. Just a little more.”

John’s hands trailed lower, fingertips ghosting over your hips, but he never allowed himself to fully indulge. His self-restraint was palpable, a silent reminder of the game you both played. He leaned closer, his breath warm on the back of your neck, and whispered, “Tonight, you’re my doll. I can admire you, touch you, enjoy you. But only as much as I decide.”

Your body shivered in response, every nerve alight with anticipation. You could feel the weight of his hands lingering just above your thighs, the places where you craved him the most. The chastity belt pressed even more firmly against your skin, a constant reminder of the restraint you were under. The pleasure, like the moment itself, was suspended—held just out of reach, teasing you with the possibility of release but never quite delivering.

John chuckled softly, sensing your frustration, and pulled you closer against him, his hands possessive but still controlled. “Oh, love,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re so eager. But we both know this is part of the game, don’t we? You like being kept like this, don’t you?”

Another slight nod. The only answer you were allowed.

He continued to caress you, his hands exploring every inch of your restrained body, enjoying the way you trembled under his touch. But he always held back, always stopped just before the moment of release, leaving you aching for more.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with approval. “So patient. So obedient.”

His praise sent warmth flooding through you, your body alight with need, but still, you held on. The promise of pleasure hovered in the air, just out of reach, and yet you knew—knew that when he finally granted it, it would be worth every moment of waiting.

John kissed your neck softly, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands roamed over you, but the chastity device stayed locked in place, a barrier between you and the release you craved. And in that moment, you were exactly what he wanted: his perfect doll, obedient, still, waiting for his command.

“Soon,” he whispered again, his voice a soothing lullaby against the storm of your desire. “But not yet.”

And in the stillness of the room, with his hands and lips ghosting over your trembling form, you knew you could endure just a little longer—for him.

The soft glow of the candlelight flickered in the dim room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You sat on the edge of the bed, the delicate fabric of your lace dress whispering against your skin. John Price, your commanding officer and lover, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, an approving smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Ready for tonight, love?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation. Price pushed himself off the frame and walked over, his heavy boots making soft thuds against the wooden floor.

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You look absolutely enchanting, but you know the rules.”

You gulped, remembering the chastity device you wore. It was a reminder of your submission, a symbol of Price’s control over you. “I do,” you whispered, your heart racing.

“Good. I expect you to behave like the perfect little doll tonight.” His tone was playful yet commanding, and it sent a thrill through you.

With deliberate movements, he knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. “Do you remember how we talked about dollification? About embracing your inner doll?”

You nodded, recalling the way he had described the sensation of being his perfect little doll, molded and shaped to his desires. It made you feel vulnerable and exhilarated at the same time.

“Tonight, I want you to embody that.” His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing the fabric of your dress, exploring the soft curves of your body. “You’ll be my little plaything, and you’ll do everything I say.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you replied, a playful smile creeping onto your lips. The title felt natural between you, one that signified trust and intimacy.

Price smirked, his gaze darkening with desire. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

He stood up, pulling you with him, and guided you to the center of the room. He retrieved a small box from the bedside table and opened it to reveal a collection of delicate accessories. Each item was meticulously crafted, designed to enhance your doll-like appearance: pastel ribbons, lace gloves, and a stunning pair of porcelain-like heels.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you the items one by one. As you slipped into the shoes, the heels elevating your stature, you felt a rush of confidence. Price watched closely, his eyes gleaming with approval as you transformed into his perfect doll.

Once you were adorned, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “You look exquisite. But I think we need to add one final touch.” He pulled out a delicate choker, adorned with a small key charm that symbolized your chastity.

As he fastened it around your neck, the weight of it settled heavily on you. “This is your reminder,” he said, his voice dipping into a low growl. “You’re mine, and only I hold the key to your pleasure.”

A delicious heat bloomed in your core as you met his gaze, feeling the familiar rush of submission wash over you. You felt both restrained and liberated by the choker, the chastity device a constant reminder of your shared dynamic.

“Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “I want you to stand perfectly still and remain silent until I say otherwise.”

You obeyed, standing tall and proud, your heart racing as you embraced the role he had created for you. Price circled around you, his presence both comforting and dominating.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “You look so lovely like this. Just a doll for me to play with.”

As he began to tease and touch you, every brush of his fingers felt electric against your skin, igniting a fire within you. But the chastity device remained in place, denying you the pleasure you craved.

“Tonight is about control, darling,” he reminded you, his voice a seductive purr. “You’ll learn to enjoy the anticipation. Your pleasure will come, but only when I decide.”

The sensation of being his perfect doll, crafted for his desires, enveloped you like a warm blanket. You surrendered fully, trusting him to take you on this exhilarating journey.

Hours passed, each moment filled with teasing touches and whispered commands. You felt a mix of frustration and exhilaration as he controlled your body and desires, molding you to his will.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face. “You did well, my little doll. Now, it’s time to reward you.”

He reached for the key, and your heart raced as he unlocked the chastity device. The rush of freedom was intoxicating, but you knew the true reward lay in his hands.

With a knowing smile, he led you to the bed, where he would unleash all the pent-up desire, guiding you deeper into the world of dollification and chastity. Tonight, you would be his perfect plaything, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you both.

[simpforsallow]

Sebastian’s Seduction

AKA, the line Seb uses before your first time. (I can’t write - someone please use this line in a fic and let me know)

[solsticeswackstuff]

i am going for a mini road-trip- feel free to fill my ask box with angela giarratana/ grace chasity headcanons and imagines :)

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! blasphemy + "a clit piercing? that isn't very holy of you, dear" , "show me how He has blessed you" ꒰ roland fortis x f!reader ꒱: fucking in a church, corruption kink, slight dumbification, some manipulation, virgin/innocent!reader, anal fingering, anal penatration, "glory hole" situation, age gap, just smut. let's pretend your ass is already clean, y'know. keep up good hygiene :D

"𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘," the words leaving the priest's mouth were somewhat fascinating to you. "romans 13: 13" roland fortis, a well known and well trusted man. he was set in his convictions and proved to practice what he taught. at least, mostly. never did he smoke, never did he drink, and never did he consume "filthy nourishment." the man wasn't even married, even if that was considered a bit weird to some folk. it was believed he had no secrets, except he had two. being a chassuer—vampire hunter—and you. if perhaps his vampire hunter secret became known, it would he no matter. however, if you became known, the matter would be big.

despite his teaching, he sermons about secret sin and temptation, he betrayed it all. “Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not commit adultery: But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart,” Matthew 5:27–28. it was a verse often brought up, and he had never broken his own values, never gone against any of his sermons.

however, as little ms church girl—you, walked in, that had changed. every feature he could see and imagine he'd secretly lust after. it was unlike him, so be so...uncouth. it didnt help that you were so—innocent.

hearing your sweet voice in a time of confession. you were so timid, stumbling over words as you decided to finally express your sinful thoughts. "forgive me father, but i have been having some . . . sinful thoughts about another," you mumble, "and they won't stop . . . " he smiles to himself, humming at your confession. "have you felt the temptation to act upon your thoughts, mademoiselle?" he knew it was true. no matter how much you's scold yourself, look away, or try to think about other things, those thoughts in your head would not stray from him. even that time that you refrained from going to church—just to escape your temptation.

falling for the priest was your sin. falling for an innocent girl was his. although, could you be entirely innocent. "really? could you tell be about those thoughts?" his voice as smooth and comforting as ever. after all, you are coming to speak on your sinful thoughts. "i—" the second you told him your thoughts, you had a feeling you were doomed, but not in the way you originally thought.

you would never imagine that such a promising and trustworthy clergymen would fall for you. a girl woman fresh from finishing school, stuck in church with her family. you were sure he was at least nearing his 30s if not already in his 30s. he had shown no sign of faltering in his faith, until you. you wondered what was going through his mind when he called your name so . . . huskily. you wondered why he pulled you against his robes, in the small confessional booth where the priest was to seat. when his lips touched your jaw you were skeptical, but this man, he—was the one you desired.

"a-apologizes, father. but, is this—are we supposed to do this." you whimper out the words, hands clutching onto the fabric of his cassock. "fear not, this is simply how you get rid of such thoughts," he whispers against the skin of your neck. "have you ever had a song stuck in your head? you longed to listen to it, and when you did you found relief from that longing?"

you nod, releasing a shaky breath. "y-yes." you feel his lips curl into smile against your skin. "its just like that, you simply need to engage in it—just a little . . . " he whispers in a voice that makes you swoon. "trust me, you do, don't you?" he lifts his head up to lock eyes with you. you nod your head, looking into his soft eyes, although you can see a hint of something else.

you never would've known how the devil would stick to "innocent" souls had to not kissed the priest with such ferocity. how your lips connected and your inexperienced tongue melted into his mouth. you never would've known how full of sin a clergymen could be had you not let him convince you to slide into the window connecting the confession booths. it was quite large, you observe, not having seen a window this large. but your curious thoughts, come to an end at the feeling of his hands lifting your dress. his rough and calloused hands touch your bare skin with somewhat of a snort. you were embarrassed.

it wasn't an uncommon experience where women—or men—would often go bare under their clothing. it was freeing! who wouldn't? today just happened to be the day you finally felt comfortable letting your lower half free, it wasn't as if there a chance of someone seeing. after all, your dress was about ankle length. "f-father! is this really appropriate? i'm—!" a 'shhh' sound leaves his lips. "my name, dearest. roland," you could practically hear the smile in his voice. it was quite a new and somewhat confusiong experience. although, you couldn't deny—his new nickname for you was exciting. "its quite alright, i told you. trust me."

"m-mhm!" you respond to him in only a sound, yelping at the touch of his finger to your bare skin. you hear a chuckle leave his lips. your eyes widen as you realize exactly what he's laughing at, your intimates were quite open to see—including the lovely piercing you have. "𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳!" his voice is quite loud; however, the possibility of others hearing was quite low. after all, you had decided to visit him after church out of shame. his voice dips low, sending a shiver up your spine. "and here i thought you were innocent . . . "

his hands spread your ass, watching your twitching holes. "are you perhaps . . . getting a bit hot from my watchful eye? or is it my words . . .?" his index finger traces your pussy, dipling slightly between your folds. "i'm—i'm not sure . . ." you mumble. "but fa— roland. i'm supposed to save myself for a husband."

a hum leaves his lips. "mm, i suppose you are! but there's this thing," he starts, earning your attention. "there's another way to get satisfaction without losing your virginity." surprise covers you, finishing school had never taught you about any of that. "h-how?" you question, never knowing there was a way to avoid that. "by this, dearest . . ." he ever so slowly push one of his thick fingers inside of your virgin hole, it feels wet—perhaps from saliva? but it's not the one leaking slick, but your unused ass. your hand quickly laps over your mouth to prevent a loud moan from escaping the confessional. your eyes widen, rolling back a bit at the intrusion.

"that was quite easy," he comments with a smile. he continues stroking your anal walls with his fingers, eliciting moans from other booth where you're failing in your attempt to keep yourself quiet. you feel his other hand slide down your thigh, dipping between your legs to lightly touch your pulsing clit. "r-roland . . . " he hums in response to your call. "yes, dear?" his voice his far too sweet and loving for his action of flicking your piercing. the muffled scream from your lips fill his ears along with the clang of his nail to the peircing.

"maybe you could take another one, hm?" he slips another finger inside of you, gently stroking to loosen you. a string of shameless moans leave your lips—it seems as if you've finally given up on muffling them.

two of his fingers continue to move, their movements, becoming rough with the occasional flick to your clit. "such a good girl," you hear him coo. "let's get you to your release, yes?" he traps your clit in between his index and thumb, pinching lightly as his fingers plunge into you. a loud cry of his name leaves your lips. "shh, you must attract the attention of the cleaners," he lightly scolds, smiling at the whimper you let slip. "i believe that should be enough . . . "

his fingers leave you, eyes turned up in crescents at your poor hole twitching in anticipation.

you hear the ruffling of fabric and a sigh of relief from him. this is by far the most blasphemous thing you could do. willingly taking the priest's cock into you—as an unmarried woman, and a member of the house of god. you were sure He was looking down on you in shame, as you moaned wantonly at the feeling of his wet tip pressing against the rim of your ass. but could it be so devlish and against the lord? he said it, there was no such thing requiring virginity to extend to the anus, so maybe—just maybe . . . you could give in to temptation. it would take away your furture feelings, just as he said, right?

"𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶," you hear him mumble from behind you. a groan leaves his lips as he pushes into your warmth. the feeling was new—foreign. but, o god! how it felt unlike anything else! it was pleasurable, the stretch was painful, yes . . . but my—did it cause you to moan.

his cock slowly drags in and out of you, lewd sounds of skin slapping against yours. perhaps, your savior would shut the gates of heaven when you arrive . . . perhaps the gates of eternal damnation would await you at your passing . . . but you would gladly welcome the devil with open arms in exhange for experiencing this.

"a-AH! roland, ngh—!" your sweet moans fill his ears. your voice was enticing, it pulled him into your further. it caused him to fuck you rougher, faster, with more desire. he lied. it was clear he lied when he said a taste would prevenr further temptation. but once you get a taste, you long for the whole thing. you long to keeo tasting. that's just how humans are built. upon the foundation of greed is how other things are obtained. he never wants to leave you. imagine how your virgin cunt would feel wrapped around his cock? wet and warm you'd welcome him. he can tell simply from your moans.

you had become addicted to him, the same way he had become addicted to you.

his cock plunges in and out of you, your body rocking with his rough thrusts. his finger flicks and mercilessly pinches at your clit, your slick collecting on his fingertips. you swear you can hear the wood beneath you groan a bit. the musk of sex fills both of the confessional booths as his release in you, your climax coming along side him as you make a mess of his thighs. "mmph! a-AH! roland~!" your upper body slumps on the otherside, your lower half shakily standing as his thrusts slow.

when his cock leaves you, so does a disappointed whine. you weakly call out his name again, wiggling your bottom a little. you wondered what he was thinking as he stood there panting, what his face looked like. however, if you did, you'd only see the devil. or something like it at least. a beast formed from desire.

"see, now you're satiated."